(I work at a Russian-owned coffee shop. One day, I return from a smoke break and the phone rings; the owner answers.)
Owner: Allo? Da… Da… Nyet… Nyet… Da… NYET! Goodbye!
(The owner then walks over to me and tells me the following…)
Owner: Customer call. He says you smoke outside of shop. He doesn’t like it. If he says anything to you, you look at him and you say, ‘F*** YOU!’